"You say that now, if a rift spits Marjani out you'll sing a different tune!" Araceli jokes. Marjani would be a blessing, no-nonsense but warm, someone suited to bringing out the best in youngsters who want to duel and making sure they're not just the best but the ones who can keep themselves alive. A friend as much as a teach.

Grabbing the line to hold it before Waver's head cracks against the deck has her arms straining so it's a relief to hear him say that she can keep lowering him which she does. Cautiously.

"Sorry, it must've been in some of the swells the past day or two to have that mess. Easy...easy…." This kind of thing probably works best when you aren't on the more fun-sized side of life but she gets there in the end, peering up at the rope for a moment or two longer before coming back down if he needs help with the untangling. Someone's going to get their knuckles rapped for letting it get in a mess like that in the first place and she's glad it's not going to be her. "Well you've just jumped to the more advanced lessons in class already, I haven't taken anyone else down near the ships yet back in Kirkwall."